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Who: Hawke, Adrien, that jerk Tony Stark, that jerk Nathan Drake, maybe some other jerks, maybe you!
When: The early part of the month
Where: The med bay, the site on the ship formerly known as the bar, the observation deck, and around.
What: Reuniting with people after cryo, that horrible slaving experience, and dealing with lyrium overdosing and mana exhaustion. FUN STUFF.
Warnings: Mentions of slavery, nudity, medical stuff, general hawkewardness.

For the first time since she's arrived on the Moira. Hawke dreams in the Fade. Perhaps it's a side effect of all of those lyrium potions she took. Or just pure luck that it happens while she's recovering in the hospital. But either way, it's a return to the comforting familiar. Or as familiar as a twisted green raw metaphysical realm can be.

It's darker than she remembers. And she moves slowly and clumsily as though moving through flowing water up to her chest. It's the same strange distance that she feels when she tries to cast spells as she wakes. Everything seems to be off in the eternal distance with the Black City. She sees Kirkwall, standing tall on the horizon, it's port unchained waiting for her. She hears whispers, voices. Some familiar, the ones she always hears: her father, Bethany, Carver, mother... and sometimes Varric and Isabela and Aveline.

"Come home sister." Bethany's voice says off in the distance, coming from behind instead of from Kirkwall before her. As she turns, she can see her childhood home out of the corner of her eye only briefly than it vanishes.

"Have you abandoned your city, Champion?" Knight-Commander Meredith's voice asks coldly in the distance echoing from the towers of the vision of Kirkwall before her. The tone in her voice is clear. 'Of course you did, a mage would never stand and protect the people of this city'. Another failure on the list.

"What about us?" Before her Kirkwall warps, the former slave city turning into the port she barely just escaped from. From one city of chains into another. The voices of the slaves, the people she saw in the prison, the dark haired girl like Bethany, ask her why she left. Why did she leave without helping them.

Hawke pauses. Unsure whether or not to move forward. What if by going there she only makes things worse. The landscape is suddenly barren. There's no Kirkwall. No slave city. No childhood hope. Everything is empty except for the Black City where it looms always.

"Marian," Her father's voice whispers in her ear. "Where are you going? You're going to get lost if you wander too far from home." No one has called her by her first name in so long. It gives her pause.

And then she wakes up.

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[The room is dark but not tinted and twisted with green like the fade. There's the sound of beeping and machinery. She's suddenly acutely aware of the pain in her shoulder and her stomach. Oh, yeah. She got shot didn't she? Typical. Her head aches and her nose itches from the breathing machine shoved down her nostrils.

This. This sucks. And it sparks a funny sort of anxiety within her. Which is bad because anxiety and wild emotions aren't something that Hawke really does well with.]

Fuck.

[Suddenly her adrenaline is spiking through her and there's a machine that's starting to beep wildly somewhere behind her as she struggles to pull off everything that's attached to her from stickers on her chest to whatever they've got shoved in her nose. It hurts like hell to pull at her wounds but that is not her priority right now. Wounds can heal. And when you've practically been ripped open and sewn back together, small holes made by bullets seem rather minor.

Maker help her when she notices that they've gone and stuck a needle in her.]

Edited 2016-08-01 17:25 (UTC)

[ You know, this is getting to be something of a habit with this crew.

Adrien had responded quickly to the alarm from the machines, but even as quick as he could move, by the time he reached her, Hawke appeared to be divesting herself of much of the equipment. He didn't move to stop her, because there was a high likelihood she'd do more damage to herself trying to fight his resistance.

However, in the realm of classic situation comedy, he started to call out about the IV, about the time her hand reached it. ]

I wouldn't ya ... [ let's see if he could finish the word yank before she actually yanked. ]

[Hawke registers that someone is shouting in her vicinity but what they're saying or if it's even at her (she assumes it is, people tend to like to yell at her) and so it doesn't do much to deter her from trying to yank out the IV.

Keyword being try because when she moves to pull it out it hits her. She's trying to yank a needle out of her hand. She hates needles. Like really... really hates them. So all attempts at violent removal are abandoned when she starts to gag. Vomiting on herself would really just be the shit icing on this whole shit cake and Hawke is tired of eating shit. So she's just gonna try to breathe and not do anything.

For at least the next five seconds. Hawke is really the definition of stupidly determined.]

[ Was she going to be sick?

Seriously, it was becoming a habit around here. Elena, Daisy, now Hawke?

Adrien hung back a moment and waited to see if she managed to keep it down, he really was not so heroic as to take getting puked on, unless there was blood gushing. When she appeared to be keeping it down, he walked over to her. ]

Keep your head averted.

[ He hadn't finished the last word and the needle was deftly removed. There, gone. No more needle. ]

I think I'm going to suggest we invest in contact less monitors, this entire crew comes out of unconsciousness swinging. Keep breathing.

[ The last bit of advice came as he disposed of the sharp and reached to pour her a small glass of rationed water. ]

Here, sip ... don't gulp.

You don't have to even ask on that one.

[Once she's spared the cruel wrath of the needle upon her phobia and had time to feel vaguely happy that no one she knows was there to see it and use it as ammunition like Varric and Isabela already did, she glances around. It's the Moira but a part that she's never been to. But it's filled with things that beep, buzz, and making soft humming noises. The smell is odd and sterile.

When he offers her the glass of water, Hawke finally registers Adrien as the doctor that she, Nathan, and Dorian rescued from the slaver outpost. He made it back. She's only able to take a few sips before setting the cup down.]

I feel like I ran up two mountains and single handedly fought off a dragon and maybe a few demons on the way down. Though I think have done that and felt better than this.

...Still. Not with the slavers anymore. Either of us. Chalk that up as a win.

[For the members of the Moira crew anyway.]

[ Listening to her, Adrien reached and began to gather up the wires. They couldn't afford to have them damaged at this point. He arched an eyebrow and in a wry tone confirmed. ]

That about sums up how you look. [ Wait, that wasn't something you were supposed to say to a lady right? Particularly a lady who had helped liberate your ass from slavers. Sometimes Adrien didn't get these memos. ] I promise, no more needles but you need to lay back and let me run a scan.

If everything comes out better than you feel or look, I won't insist on putting any of this mess back on, hmm?

[ As for neither of them being with slavers anymore; he'd circle back to that once she had relaxed a little. ]

Was that what you were dreaming about, just now? The Outpost?

Well, I could have vomit down my front so I won't be complaining about how I look because I avoided that massive embarrassment.

And I can appreciate a good deal. Even in this state.

[Don't worry, Hawke isn't really used to being treated like a lady and would just tease him if he'd done so. She'll lean back and let him scan her. Honestly, leaning back is kind of a nice relief to her aching muscles and the holes in her body.

Whatever that means. It shouldn't show she's in too bad of shape. Her blood pressure and blood sugar are little low. The bullet holes on her stomach and shoulder are healing nicely. Most of the worst of her injuries are old. She a mess of scars and she's had both her appendix and her spleen removed.]

A bit. I was... I was in the Fade. Back home it's where we go when we dream. It's what allows me to use magic. But I haven't been able to reach it since I've been here.

[She shrugs, imagining that to him, like everyone else, it would just sound a little crazy. And then she winces because shrugging her shoulders hurts.]

[ Not as insane as she might think and she might just catch a hint of something in his eyes. Because, at one time, he'd worked closely with a man named Anders.

But this is something he's likely to keep to himself, at least for now, as he focuses instead on the scan. ]

Normally, I'd be ordering you a few good meals and more rest, but I'm afraid with rations I'm going to have to steer you towards the crap tasting but highly nutritious alternatives. [ The ones packed with all the vital nutrients but that tasted like cardboard. ]

Otherwise, we can dispense with the wires and alarms. [ His tone was dry but there was a sense that he was just as happy to do away with alarms and wires. ]

Any chance you could magic yourself up a steak?

[Well at least for now in her timeline, she and Anders are still on good terms. But the concept also might add a headache to the messy state that she's already in so it's for the best that he keeps it quiet.]

My hero. Saving me from wires and alarms. We'll call it even in that sense.

[But the joke fades as she makes a face at the thought of eating.]

No. Doesn't work like that. Besides, being in a... medical bay ... healing ward. Sort of kills your appetite. Too many funny smells and drugs.

[ Migraine central.

He rolled his eyes at the 'my hero' crack, though there was no real heat or annoyance in the action. ]

Honestly, I'd like to spring you from this joint. [ He said, getting the wires carefully set away and then turning to look at her, arms crossed over his chest. ] Believe it or not, holding you here is in neither your best interest or Medical's.

You'll rest more comfortably in your own quarters, yes? The keyword in that statement is 'rest'. You're in much better shape than you were but you're still going to feel what you went through. You go overboard, you'll end up right back here, wires, needles and all.

[ What? You didn't think he'd use the threat of a needle? ]

A healer who doesn't like to stick his victims with needles and shove them full of potions and tie them to a bed? Am I still dreaming?

[She's trying to joke and sound cheerful as she debates if she can even make it back to her quarters without collapsing and trying to weigh if trying and failing is more embarrassing than admitting to Adrien she doesn't think she can.]

So. Sleep, eat cardboard food, and don't sneeze when you have a hole in your stomach. I think I can manage...

Eh, I never said anything about needles, but you're right on the last two.

[ He remarked and if he had a vote in this, being unable to make it back to your quarters and ending up back in Medbay, not ten minutes after leaving Medbay was the definite embarrassment here.

Unfortunately, he was not in a position to offer this sage advice. ]

Sleep, eat cardboard food, don't lift anything heavier than five pounds until cleared by Medical, keep the wound site clear and come back immediately if any redness or acute pain sets in.

[ Then, as if perhaps there is something in her face, perhaps her pallor, to give him a small niggling doubt about this, Adrien will ask. ]

Is there anyone who could come down and help you? Navigating the ship in low light is actually a bit trickier than you'd expect.

So basically no fun at all. How am I going to avoid going stir-crazy? It's a horrible fate.

[Except that she ends the quip with a yawn. Sleep actually sounds great. Maybe she'll sleep for two whole days. If she can make it back to her room. Hawke is in the middle of debating the odds.]

No. I'll manage on my own. Besides I don't think anyone wants to play "stumble around in the dark with half-unconscious woman".

[She's beaten worse odds, right?}

I've heard books help. [ He remarked in a dry tone that made it hard to tell if he was joking or serious.

He might have been both.

Watching the yawn, Adrien felt his eyebrows inch towards his hairline and he stopped his multi-tasking to really look at her. Her words did nothing to reassure him either. ]

And I don't want my patient playing 'half-conscious' ship navigation. That's the fastest route to land back in here.

[ He paused, frowning and then shook his head. ]

I'm going to hold you here another twelve hours. Get some more sleep and then we'll see where you are after twelve hours of hopefully decent sleep.

[ Because, who the hell sleeps well when connected to wires and an IV??? ]

Pity I forgot to bring all my pretentious literature.

And good call. I was thinking that I was going to give it a shot but ending up here is sort of the opposite of what I want to do. Plus I don't have to sleep on the top bunk if I'm in here.

[She leans back against the bed. Without the IV and wires, it's not really so bad here. Even beyond her exhaustion there's something about this place that just makes her feel sleepy. So they both win. And then suddenly she sits up straight.]

Can you let my dog in before he charges through the window?

[She gestures to the door to the med bay where a doggy face is staring inside through the window and whining softly.]

[ Letting Hawke talk, Adrien sort of nodded at key points as he typed information into a data pad. It wasn't until she mentioned the dog that he really focused back on the conversation. ]

Huh?

[ She gestured then and he turned, automatically to look towards the door. Ah. Right.

Walking over to the door, he tapped the panel to manually open the door for the creature.

...

Hmmm, perhaps he should have checked that the animal wasn't going to try to jump up on the bed and Hawke. Whoops? ]

[Too late he zooms over and jumps onto the bed. Thankfully he misses anything still recovering but Hawke still makes an "oof" sounds. This dog must be 150 pounds at least. Still he manages to circle the foot of the bed a few times before dropping down next to her, his head resting on her knees.

She reaches out her still aching right hand to stroke him on the head a few times. It's definitely soothing and familiar. However, when the dog spots Adrien he growls low in his throat.]

Be nice Kitty. This is a good doctor. I helped him, he helped me. Plus he took a needle out so he's definitely on the good list.

[And the growling stops, replaced by a soft whine and a little tail wag.]

[ Watching the entire display, Adrien stopped only a few steps back towards the bed.

He could hear the growl and was more than willing to respect it and wait to see what Hawke would do. However, he was the only patient one and quickly his eyes shifted from Hawke and 'Kitty' towards movement off to the side.

There were no words from the doctor, merely a quick motion of his hand and a holding of the eyes as he caught Courser's angry eyes but held the bahari back with that motion. Doctor and tracker stared each other down for a long moment, the bahari's lean body tense, barbed tail flicking low, back and forth before he finally turned aside.

Another flick of fingers, sent the tracker back towards a desk and stool that Adrien had been sitting at, doing some work.

Looking back to Hawke and Kitty, Adrien gave a small nod of his head. ]

I'll leave you two to get some rest.

[Kitty tenses at the site of of the other animal but doesn't move off of Hawke's bed. He has to protect Hawke from mean needle people but he's still a dog that's always curious about the world around him.

Hawke too watches the exchange with a mild curiosity. She's not exactly an animal lover outside of kitty. Most fur makes her sneeze but her mind has quickly put together that asking about the animal will mean an excuse not to sleep and avoid some nightmares for a little longer.

She and Kitty exchange a look like the way only old friends can.]

So are you going to explain what that was? Like an expository bed time story?

[ Adrien seems to consider it for a moment then gives a slight, negating shake of his head. ]

Perhaps later.

[ He'd like to claim something suave, like he saw the attempted stalling for what it was and moved to deflect it with medical cunning. But the truth was, perhaps he was just a bit more tired than he wanted to let on and the thought of trying to explain the bahari felt like more than he was up to tackling.

And perhaps he wasn't overly excited about getting close to Kitty after that threat display. For the record, the dog weighed more than he did. ]

Tomorrow then. Don't think I'll forget

[Is the cheerful reply. Or at least it's something like cheerful. Lilting maybe. She slumps against the pillows on her bed to stare up at the ceiling and idly scratches at one of her bullet wounds. The dim light flickers like a candle. It's all at once familiar and unsettling. It reminds her of being back home. It reminds her of being in that slaving den.

Do you ever get the feeling it's going to be a long night?

[She muses aloud to everyone in the room but mostly to herself. It's a funny sort of coping mechanism.]

[ A disembodied voice, remarked dryly from somewhere in the dark. ]

It goes by faster if you sleep.

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